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PsaltarenKapitel 139

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Show the theme of the psalmGod's omniscience and presence

David meditates on God's complete knowledge of him—his thoughts, words, and ways. The psalm is a deep theological reflection on God's omniscience, omnipresence, and creative work.

1

You Search Me

[Ps 139:1-2]

v.1, 2
2

You Know My Thoughts

[Ps 139:2-3]

v.2, 3
3

You Know Every Word

[Ps 139:4]

v.4
4

Your Hand Upon Me

[Ps 139:5]

v.5
5

Too Wonderful

[Ps 139:6]

v.6
6

Where Can I Flee?

[Ps 139:7]

v.7
7

In Heaven and Sheol

[Ps 139:8]

v.8
8

At the Ends of the Sea

[Ps 139:9-10]

v.9, 10
9

Darkness Does Not Hide

[Ps 139:11-12]

v.11, 12
10

You Formed My Inward Parts

[Ps 139:13-14]

v.13, 14
11

Knit Together in My Mother's Womb

[Ps 139:15]

v.15
12

All My Days Were Written

[Ps 139:16]

v.16
13

Your Thoughts Are Precious

[Ps 139:17]

v.17
14

More Than the Sand

[Ps 139:18]

v.18
15

Search Me, O God

[Ps 139:23]

v.23
16

Lead Me in the Way Everlasting

[Ps 139:24]

v.24
For the choirmaster. A psalm of David. LORD, you have searched me and you know me.
You know when I sit down and when I rise; you discern my thoughts from far away.
You mark my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways.
Not a word is on my tongue, LORD, but you know it completely.
You hem me in, behind and before; you lay your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too high for me to reach.
Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence?
If I climb to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in Sheol, you are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn and settle at the farthest edge of the sea,
even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast.
If I say, "Surely the darkness will hide me, and the light around me turn to night,"
even the darkness is not dark to you; the night shines like the day, for darkness is as light to you.
For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb.
I praise you, for I am awesomely and wonderfully made. Your works are wonderful; my soul knows it well.
My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in secret, woven together in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed body; all my days were written in your book, ordained before a single one of them had come to be.
How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is their number!
If I could count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand. When I awake, I am still with you.
If only you would slay the wicked, O God! Away from me, you men of blood!
They speak of you with malice; your enemies misuse your name.
Do I not hate those who hate you, LORD, and loathe those who rise against you?
I hate them with a perfect hatred; I count them my enemies.
Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts.
See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.
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